Still taking 2pm naps.
Still knocking 8 balls in the corner pocket.
Still taking two days to call people back.
Still maxing toxic substances, gambling my life away.
Still use a shoelace for a belt.
Still telling them I love them.
Still sneaking out my back window.
Still listening to the Gorllaz & the Shout Out Louds.
Still thinking about Val & the hippie language we spoke.
Still wishing we could reverse time.
Still partying, hoping the sun won't come up.
Still saving up for my dream car.
Still spacing out.
Still hanging out with Casey Lander, tip toeing a tight rope over life & death.
Still drawing pictures, can't finish because the vision always seems to switch up.
Still afraid to fail.
Still hanging with the gangsters, finding the good is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Still listening to my headphones in a room full of people.
Still falling in love on the first date.
Still washing my clothes, throwing them on the bed, forgetting to fold them & sleeping on them until they need to be washed again.
Still sleeping on my best friend's couch.
Still crushing on my middle school neighbor.
Still injecting the devil's gold.
Still pretending like i don't know how to play guitar.
Still drink a 40oz to wash down the Xanax.
Still poking holes in an apple, just to smoke in the backyard.
Still falling asleep mid text.
Still ripping hearts in two.
Still riding the wave, crashing a new beach every Saturday.
Still dreaming.
Still running from my mother's ass whippings.
Still watching movies on mute, waiting for a reply back.
Still living my life through a camera.
Still taking bad advice.
Still pretending like it never happened.
Still falling asleep on flat stomachs.
Still making love to the girls I lust.
Still breaking promises.
Still listening to my favorite song on repeat.
Still beating myself up about the impossible.
Still holding on to my life by a thread.
Still preheating the oven.
Still hiding from the public, I never get cabin fever.
Still quoting myself.
Still losing focus, going 100 on the highway.
Still writing lyrics for you to sing.
Still waiting on your moment.
Still smoke a cigarette when I'm drunk.
Still vacuuming out my closet.
Still adding to the soundtrack to my life.
Still embarrassed.
Still following my imaginary friend's footsteps.
Still hoping.
Still wondering what's next.
Still not splitting poles, making wishes at 11:11.
Still 4 people sleeping in my bed.
Still falling asleep in the shower.
Still smoking to forget the pain.
Still comparing my current girl to my ex.
Still preparing myself for the worst.
Still finding random heels behind my couch.
Still eating Hamburger Helper on paper plates.
Still addicted to my life.
Still viewing the world from my perspective.
Still trying to be perfect.
Still setting myself up for failure.
Still taking leaps of faith.
Still running from my past, chasing the uncatchable.
Still think I'm 18.
Still getting nervous before I perform.
Still pretending I've never loved.
Still doing what my grandma told me not to.
Still surprising myself.
Still getting tattooed in my living room.
Still making fun of C-Fresh.
Still laughing at my own jokes.
Still trying to figure out what life means.
Still waking up from this dream.